My dear friend Arlene and her hubby are building a home in a distant town and will be moving in the next few months. She and I have been through a lot together, including two ward talent shows where we performed our MiniMe show. We were asked to do it for an activity last night, and we broadened it to include two Minis.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Good Bye Nalla
*sigh*
Our cute little dog Nalla died last night. Ed and I had already gone to bed, and I could hear Adam calling the dog (she slept in his room). She always found ways to sneak out of the backyard because she was a social little doggy and liked to visit the neighbors. Nalla was also 13 1/2 and was going blind and deaf. She didn't always respond quickly when called because she couldn't always hear you.
Not long after I heard Adam calling, he knocked on our door to tell us she was dead out in the street. We ran out to her. We're not sure if she was hit by a car, but she didn't appear to have any damage. There's a good chance she just had a heart attack or stroke. We got a bag and Ed put her in it. We were talking about burying her, and Ed even told Adam to get a shovel, but then Ed put the bag in the trash. That seemed so disrespectful, but then I thought, "What if she wasn't really dead?" What if we buried her alive? She appeared dead. No heartbeat or breathing. But that kind of thing happens to people who turn out to be alive. At least if she was just in a deep coma and woke up in the trash can, we'd know.
I guess Adam posted something on Facebook, and Erin read it and called. She was quite upset, especially about the trash thing. I didn't know how to explain. I think she may have said something to Adam (I haven't had the heart to check Facebook yet), or he decided on his own, but he went out about 2 a.m. and dug her a grave. I talked with him after, and he confirmed that rigor mortis had set in. She was definitely dead.
So our garden now has two bodies in it.
*sniff*
I told Paul this morning, and he was shocked. He said her last meal had been a good one. He and Adam had cooked steak and potatoes, and they'd shared some with her.
Our cute little dog Nalla died last night. Ed and I had already gone to bed, and I could hear Adam calling the dog (she slept in his room). She always found ways to sneak out of the backyard because she was a social little doggy and liked to visit the neighbors. Nalla was also 13 1/2 and was going blind and deaf. She didn't always respond quickly when called because she couldn't always hear you.
Not long after I heard Adam calling, he knocked on our door to tell us she was dead out in the street. We ran out to her. We're not sure if she was hit by a car, but she didn't appear to have any damage. There's a good chance she just had a heart attack or stroke. We got a bag and Ed put her in it. We were talking about burying her, and Ed even told Adam to get a shovel, but then Ed put the bag in the trash. That seemed so disrespectful, but then I thought, "What if she wasn't really dead?" What if we buried her alive? She appeared dead. No heartbeat or breathing. But that kind of thing happens to people who turn out to be alive. At least if she was just in a deep coma and woke up in the trash can, we'd know.
I guess Adam posted something on Facebook, and Erin read it and called. She was quite upset, especially about the trash thing. I didn't know how to explain. I think she may have said something to Adam (I haven't had the heart to check Facebook yet), or he decided on his own, but he went out about 2 a.m. and dug her a grave. I talked with him after, and he confirmed that rigor mortis had set in. She was definitely dead.
So our garden now has two bodies in it.
*sniff*
I told Paul this morning, and he was shocked. He said her last meal had been a good one. He and Adam had cooked steak and potatoes, and they'd shared some with her.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Another Birthday
Ed turns 62 today. Rumor has it he's retiring. But Social Security won't show up in his bank account for another two months. He's just finishing up project he hasn't finished up, and he's (also a rumor) not taking on anymore work.
This date made me think about the following. I wish I could find out who wrote it as it's so true. For me anyway.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.
This date made me think about the following. I wish I could find out who wrote it as it's so true. For me anyway.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
It's a Girl!
Paul and Kelsey had their ultrasound today, and their little baby is a girl. Paul showed me pictures, and he said he'd make copies, so I can post them here.
Wow, the girls are taking over. She will make five granddaughters and three grandsons.
Wow, the girls are taking over. She will make five granddaughters and three grandsons.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Motherly Thoughts and Deathly Hallows
A fellow writer, Deanna posted on her blog yesterday about a way cool website called Pinterest. Deanna included some pictures of her favorite things. One item almost made me gasp and my eyes got all misty.
Today, Ed and I are going to an early, early showing of Deathly Hallows 2. It starts at 5:05 p.m. I can't wait!
And at one of the premiers, the trio and Jo speak about the end.
*sniff*
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| Is this awesome, or what? |
Today, Ed and I are going to an early, early showing of Deathly Hallows 2. It starts at 5:05 p.m. I can't wait!
And at one of the premiers, the trio and Jo speak about the end.
*sniff*
Monday, July 4, 2011
Holiday
I worked like crazy to get my manuscript (mostly) ready to submit to my critique group, and I gave up my leisure reading to focus on that project. I've also been working out with the P90X program, so I don't have the time to read while on my exercise bike or treadmill. Because of a knee issue I haven't done P90's cardio, so I've been limited to reading one day a week. So I've been really starving to read.
Not any more. Ed and I finished one book together already, and I'm working on the book I've been reading on the treadmill. It's a romantic suspense, so it's been tough to set it down. I've got a huge stack of books I want to work on. I will report on my reading on my writing blog after the 15th.
Paul and Kelsey came for breakfast this morning, so we all went to Kneaders. They'd never had their (to die for) French Toast. Paul was freaking out because it was so good.
Then we went to the Colonial Fest going on at Scera Park. It was way cool.
We've got plans to go to a neighbor's get together later this evening. Utah's expanded the fireworks laws, and I'm ready to start shooting people. When they haven't got the sense to quit at a reasonable hour ...
Anyway. Happy 4th of July!
Not any more. Ed and I finished one book together already, and I'm working on the book I've been reading on the treadmill. It's a romantic suspense, so it's been tough to set it down. I've got a huge stack of books I want to work on. I will report on my reading on my writing blog after the 15th.
Paul and Kelsey came for breakfast this morning, so we all went to Kneaders. They'd never had their (to die for) French Toast. Paul was freaking out because it was so good.
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| Kelsey, Paul, Ed |
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| Do they ever grow up? He's going to be a father later this year. O_o |
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| Ed was fascinated by the canons. |
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| I think Paul would have a problem with the uniforms being too short for him. |
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| This is what happens when you ham it up for the camera too much. |
Anyway. Happy 4th of July!
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